I developed no close or frequent friends. The one buddy I did take up with was Stepper.I spent about a year kicking around with him. He was a black bo... my own age. We didn't see each other regularly because he lived on the other side of the downtown area, near my Aunt Frances' home.I met Stepper on one of my expeditions into the downtown business district. Having been packed off to my godmother's place for a weekend, I had spent the morning sitting around their restaurant near busy Union. I remember the first time I truly experienced this change. It was, snowy night in February. It was clearly just the beginning, however – the first smoke from the volcano. Rudy had a clean cut, boyish charm about his face that belied his ravenous appetite for marijuana. He had dark blue eyes that I loved to look at, but on this particular night I couldn’t keep my eyes off his penis. Rudy and I were lying naked on my bed smoking a joint. We were both sitting up, side-by-side with our backs. The party fiunished and we started towards going home. She sat on my bike and I started driving and I told her to hold me so she won’t fall and she did so. There was a current passing in my body when she holds me. Guys really I was in heaven when she touch me first time. It was almost 25 KM journey and I was riding bike slowly so I can have more fun.We started talking about our normal life and then about BF/GF and we both were not having. On road I was using break to feel her boobs and I was so. Oh the hours of conversations we would have. It was so nice to be able to talk to someone, to share my thoughts, my desires, and yes my fantasies with. Even better that you were able to as well. We really got to know each other during those long night conversations. I wouldn’t trade that for anything. The day came when we had decided to meet. The night before I was a nervous wreck. I also missed you like crazy. I had actually gotten used to the idea of you being online every night. That night.